( closed starter for @silcntrilcy )
there’s a chill running down his spine as he spots a FAMILIAR face among the trees, the hunter remaining at a safe distance until he was sure that it was him. the biters and rotters were rarely the cause of such reactions these days, as it hadn’t taken long to find out that humans were the truest form of evil in an apocalyptic world. anything could happen if you came across one outside of camp, without the safety of the group by your side. this one was no different. he keeps his eyes on the figure, making sure to avoid the crunching of leaves and branches as he follows suit. ANGER was building up inside, the vivid memory of what had happened months earlier flooding his mind. it’s hard to remain still after that, with clenched fists at his side --- more than ready to rush forward and return the favor from their last encounter.
